OOM -- for Athelstan

[capture_eternity]

Dorian's room still looks much the same like the first time when Athelstan came up to have a bath.

It looks a little more lived in now -- some books lying around in a half-read state, and some electronic devices, which Dorian seems quite fascinated by. There's another one on his tray with the tea, the paradoxes and the little bowl of awesomesauce, after all.

"Here we are," he says, putting the tray down while kicking the door shut.

He slings an arm around Athelstan's shoulder again.

"Bath now?" he murmurs against the soft, fuzzy dark beard on the ex-monk's face.

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[capture_eternity]

"Poetic words for sensual pleasures aren't easy to find," Dorian says. "Seems that this time around, I unfortunately overshot and landed squarely in the domain of the ridiculous. I am sorry if that destroyed the mood."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Luckily not", he says easily. "But you don't need to be poetic. Unless you felt like it."

[capture_eternity]

"I don't like to use rough, plain words if there are pretty ones to use instead," Dorian says, "unless the rough words give one a frisson of sensual pleasure by their very roughness. I like the feeling of your seed dripping out of me where you fucked me -- is that better?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"It's not so silly." Athelstan leans over and kisses him. "And if you enjoy it... let's stay here."

[capture_eternity]

"Let's," Dorian says, sprawling shamelessly.


[[OOC: Fade here?]]

[athelstanthescribe]

[ooc: I think so!]